Mayt yawned and stretched as he entered the guild, he hadn't been in the guild for a little over half the month now, and he had only been in it one or two times before he left and after the job he had been with Sasha during. He looked around the guild hall, noting people he knew, before heading over to the bar and getting a drink. Sasha was talking to the guy that had been on the rafters when they met, and he didn't really care. He would be wearing his sword on his side, and there's marks on the scabbard to indicate he's either been taking bad care of it or has been in a scrape or two recently. He's wearing all new clothes, and he looks like life is going on the up right now, until you see that his right hand is wrapped in gauze and he's sporting a large scratch across his cheek that looks like it may develop into a scar. His scabbard is also now held not only with a belt but a long leather strap over his left shoulder, across his body. He has a very slight limp as well, but he seems like he really wants to just be done with these minor injuries.

 He quickly drains his glass and thanks the bartender, getting up and silently heading for the request board, wondering if there were any he could do in a day or two. He was also still trying to think of some way to tell Sasha he was sorry. He knew that what he was going to apologize for happened a month ago, but he couldn't get it out of his head. He glanced over the jobs, not paying attention to any of the ones that took place in cities he didn't even know the name of. He was bad at geography, and he wasn't just going to learn it for these people.